Journal, 1st of May 2026

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Morning after

It’s another hungover day in the life of a 20-something rascal whippersnapper.

When will I start believing myself when I say I don’t really like drinking alcohol?

I don’t like the way it makes me feel in the moment.

I don’t like the way I lose control.

I don’t like the feeling that comes the day after… and the day(s) after… especially as I’ve gotten older.

But on the other hand, I love the taste of beer! It’s great! I drink that shit non-alcoholic just like I drink coffee decaffeinated. And who could forget gin? Or sake? Oh, dear gin! Oh, sweet sake!

But I can’t say I’m addicted to any of those things. Not even coffee… my beloved coffee… mm… even thinking about coffee makes me salivate. But I’m not addicted. I can skip days, even if the caffeine withdrawal makes me miserably tired.

It’s great not being addicted to things! I’m not addicted to the things I’ve mentioned. Sure, I’m addicted to procrastination and daydreaming, but at least those won’t push me into an early grave.

Unless I forget to check both ways while crossing the street because I’m daydreaming, I guess.